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An experimental journey. Far from my norm.
AWRJ
As a child, I saw what I wished to believe
Far away to touch, but not yet to see
Followed, did I to seek, ’till I found the words..
This.. from which I speak
I walk towards the sounds
Beauty, all ’round
There is but one place I find this peace
The seaqull touched by the sea
Swiftly do they sing, even as I sleep
Creatures large and small
Softly gather ’round…
No greater pleasure than this…
Soon shall you see
Matter not, once born, wanted, cast and torn
I followed their dance; blessed be the meek.
This alone has saved me
Not once, twice, or thrice
There, even in the shadows
As a young girl weeps
Rustled feathers, sat on stone
I heard their calls,
Sadness and sorrow,
Profound Grief
As I child, they watched me sleep.
Hence an old woman, I can now write
The notes that have found me
No longer I need not reach
Gathered grace
I am blessed by this strange place!
I now reach out to give thanks
An old woman’s eyes worn, once reaped
Good night young child
Granted Should you be
To see the small and fragile, foreign, known, it shall be
Kindness reached once… forever may they grant you
Such Joy! Words impossible to reach
Now found.. hold mightedly
May these words capture swiftly
Blessed be always, the fragile, the small, the wounded and the weak.
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